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"
What
do
you
think
?
"
Harding
says
.
McMurphy
starts
.
"
She
's
got
one
hell
of
a
set
of
chabobs
,
"
is
all
he
can
think
of
.
"
Big
as
Old
Lady
Ratched
's
.
"
"
I
did
n't
mean
physically
,
my
friend
,
I
mean
what
do
you
--
"
"
Hell
's
bells
,
Harding
!
"
McMurphy
yells
suddenly
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
to
think
!
What
do
you
want
out
of
me
?
A
marriage
counsellor
?
All
I
know
is
this
:
nobody
's
very
big
in
the
first
place
,
and
it
looks
to
me
like
everybody
spends
their
whole
life
tearing
everybody
else
down
.
I
know
what
you
want
me
to
think
;
you
want
me
to
feel
sorry
for
you
,
to
think
she
's
a
real
bitch
.
Well
,
you
did
n't
make
her
feel
like
any
queen
either
.
Well
,
screw
you
and
'
what
do
you
think
?
'
I
've
got
worries
of
my
own
without
getting
hooked
with
yours
.
So
just
quit
!
"
He
glares
around
the
library
at
the
other
patients
.
"
Alla
you
!
Quit
bugging
me
,
goddammit
!
"
And
sticks
his
cap
back
on
his
head
and
walks
back
to
his
cartoon
magazine
across
the
room
.
All
the
Acutes
are
looking
at
each
other
with
their
mouths
open
.
What
's
he
hollering
at
them
about
?
Nobody
's
been
bugging
him
.
Nobody
's
asked
him
for
a
thing
since
they
found
out
that
he
was
trying
to
behave
to
keep
his
commitment
from
being
extended
.
Now
they
're
surprised
at
the
way
he
just
blew
up
at
Harding
and
ca
n't
figure
the
way
he
grabs
the
book
up
from
the
chair
and
sits
down
and
holds
it
up
close
in
front
of
his
face
--
either
to
keep
people
from
looking
at
him
or
to
keep
from
having
to
look
at
people
.
That
night
at
supper
he
apologizes
to
Harding
and
says
he
do
n't
know
what
hung
him
up
so
at
the
library
.
Harding
says
perhaps
it
was
his
wife
;
she
frequently
hangs
people
up
.
McMurphy
sits
staring
into
his
coffee
and
says
,
"
I
do
n't
know
,
man
.
I
just
met
her
this
afternoon
.
So
she
sure
the
hell
is
n't
the
one
's
been
giving
me
bad
dreams
this
last
miserable
week
.
"
"
Why
,
Mis-tur
McMurphy
,
"
Harding
cries
,
trying
to
talk
like
the
little
resident
boy
who
comes
to
the
meetings
,
"
you
simply
must
tell
us
about
these
dreams
.
Ah
,
wait
until
I
get
my
pencil
and
pad
.
"
Harding
is
trying
to
be
funny
to
relieve
the
strain
of
the
apology
.
He
picks
up
a
napkin
and
a
spoon
and
acts
like
he
's
going
to
take
notes
.
"
Now
.
Pre-cisely
,
what
was
it
you
saw
in
these
--
ah
--
dreams
?
"
McMurphy
do
n't
crack
a
smile
.
"
I
do
n't
know
,
man
.
Nothing
but
faces
,
I
guess
--
just
faces
.
"
